Up nor down
A poem
People are like hair on a rotating ball,
raised and wiggling on the light side,
flat and still on the dark side.
Lay down on your back,
you are wearing the Earth as a backpack.
Do a push-up,
you are benching the planet.
Jog around the block,
you are balancing a ball with your feet.
The sky is a reverse hole in the ground.
The only thing holding you on that surface is time.